by London Casey
Adena let out a little groan as she lifted herself off the bed again.
I looked up at her as her most precious of curves became exposed to me.
She was all mine.
The tip of my tongue suddenly became a laser and I knew the fucking target. I tasted her sweet honey and growled, knowing I would never forget her taste. Her hips bucked at the touch of my tongue. My hands held her hips and slowly inched down, wanting to hold her ass as I loved her with my tongue. They were no words I could say to her but my mouth would still tell her how beautiful she was to me.
I savored her, my tongue slicing down and up, curling, my lips closing as I suckled gently against her tender flower. I turned my head just a little and pulled away with a wet kiss. The sound echoed but not as loud as Adena’s groans as they began to echo around my bedroom.
I went for seconds, then thirds, then fourths…
My tongue memorized her folds, the way her hips wiggled when I flicked against her clit. Studying and mastering the ways of this woman’s perfect body. I slid my right hand up to her belly, gently touching her, feeling her stomach rising and lowering with breaths that grew heavier with each flick of my tongue. I had played enough with her sweetness for the moment. Now I wanted to feel her come. I wanted to feel that build up of pleasure and that explosion of need.
I brought my hands down to her inner thighs again and held her legs open. I began to move faster, harder, my tongue gliding down and up with ease. I thrust at her, feeling her, curling up to her clit. I moved up and stayed there. Burying myself at her, refusing to stop until she was screaming my name. She began to quiver, her groans getting louder. I felt one of her hands grab for my hair, making a fist, pulling.
My tongue was pointed, her clit for the taking as I circled around her, flicked, wrote every letter, frontwards, backwards, confessing to her with my tongue all that I had ever wanted and felt for her.
Soon her breathing was out of control. Her voice getting louder by the second. Her body flexing and rising up off the bed in its final battle against pleasure, which was always a welcome battle to lose.
And lose she did.
“Evan,” she purred.
Her hips rocked, thrusting her sweetness against my tongue, moving at her own speed. She wanted to take control. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. Which was unbelievably sexy.
I moved my hands up her body and held at her sides. I pulled at her, feeling her pumping her curvy hips as I continued to write the only love letter she would ever need. I had this thing fucking memorized and would offer it to her every day for the rest of my life.
She managed to breathlessly whisper my name one last time before she let out a grunting breath and then there was nothing but silence. I counted the seconds in my head as everything froze.
One… two… three… fo…
Just like that, her entire body began to collapse.
I felt the reward of my tongue’s work, fresh and warm honey. I hurried to slide my hands to her back and I held her, staying with her hips wiggled left to right, over and over, groaning each time she exhaled, gasping as she inhaled.
I stayed right there until she pulled at my hair again.
“Evan… now… I need you…”
I pulled away. I kissed the soft skin just below her belly button. She was still rocking, gently thrusting, at the mercy of her body’s deepest needs.
I left a trail of wet, sweet laced kisses up her body until I was met with her shirt.
I growled, knowing I needed to take care of that.
Before I could make my move, Adena made hers. She grabbed for the back of my shirt and scratched, pulling, wanting it off.
I let her take my shirt off. She ran her hands along my shoulders and down to my chest.
I grabbed for her sides again and forced her back to her feet. I wasted no time in helping her remove her shirt and bra. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her warm and soft breasts press against my bare body.
Fuck, I needed to feel that.
My hands spread wide across her back as she looked up at me.
I kissed her again but it only lasted for a few seconds. I put a few inches between us and brought my left hand up to her head. My fingers dug into her hair and I pulled her toward me.
Her lips touched my chest.
I groaned.
She began to kiss, moving painfully slow from one side of my chest to the other. I kept a tight hold on her hair, never wanting to let her go.
As she kissed my chest, her hands grabbed for my jeans.
Fuck yes, sweetheart.
She opened my jeans and I felt her hands slip down, finding me. Trust me, it wasn’t hard to do.
I used my free hand to push my jeans down enough so I could step out of them, along with my shoes.
Her hand tried to wrap around my thickness, but there was no chance she could do that. I was far too big for her hand, which I fucking loved. She stopped kissing my chest and looked down, letting out a whimpering groan.
“Dena… back on the bed.”
She quickly looked back up at me, eyes wide.
I gave her no chance to say or do anything else. I scooped her up into my arms. That forced her hand away from my cock as she grabbed my arms. I took her to the bed, walking on my knees until I was where I wanted her. Right in the middle of the fucking bed.
I put her down and lowered myself down to her.
She already had her hands to my back, nails poised to leave scratch marks as evidence.
I held there though, steady and strong, knowing I was just inches from her core. I felt the heat pulsing from her body, encompassing me.
“Fuck, Dena,” I whispered. “You…”
She nodded. “Fuck, Evan…”
I grinned.
I brought my lips down to hers as I lowered my body the rest of the way.
I touched her and then entered her. Gently sliding myself into her, feeling her sheath me. Halfway inside her I eased myself back. I broke the kiss and put my hands to the bed so I could see her body while I had her.
With a hard thrust, I took her to the hilt. Her back instantly arched, her head sinking back, sliding between two pillows on my bed. She craned her neck back as she cried out. Her chest thrust into air, all for the taking. So I took it.
My mouth came down and kissed her left breast.
Dena sank her nails into the skin of my back, cried out my name the way I had been waiting for her to do for years.
I pulled back and thrust forward again, this time harder.
It took us no time to memorize each other’s bodies and needs and wants.
Her legs wrapped around me. I was deep inside her. I traded kisses with her breasts to her neck up to her mouth. There wasn’t an inch on her body I didn’t want to explore and kiss. My hands traveled up and down the sides of her body, feeling her curves again and again and again.
But more than that, we were connected.
Together as one.
The way I had wanted it to forever be…
Chapter Thirty-Two
(My Favorite Sleepover Ever)
NOW
(Adena)
I still couldn’t breathe. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and it had been almost ten minutes since we finished. My hands were still holding his shoulders tight. They were thick with strong muscle and my hands couldn’t get enough. My head rested on his chest. I kept casually turning my head to see his bare body, all the way down to the covers that were far too low on him, but it worked for me.
I felt giddy and kept biting my bottom lip to keep from smiling like a fool or screaming like one too.
Evan ran his fingers through my hair over and over. Each time he did so, he would touch my back. It would make me shiver a little and send a tingling rush down between my legs. I was still ready for him. I still wanted more. What he had begun was so far from over.
At least I hoped so.
I slowly moved and propped myself up on my elbow. My breasts
were pressed tight against his body as he looked down at me. He was wide awake, his dark eyes slightly dazed, the scruff on his face making him look sexier than anything I had ever seen in my life. The bedroom was filled with the ghostly echoes of our sounds together yet it all felt so comfortable. Like we had been doing this for years and this was just a normal night for us.
“Evan,” I whispered. “What happened back there?”
“Nothing.”
“You got jealous. Because someone else…”
Evan put his hand to my back and spread his fingers wide. That commanding hold, claiming me. Which I sort of liked.
“I just don’t want to ever think about that,” he said. “And the way he said it. He was done with you? Like he used you?”
“Do you want to know what happened?”
“Sure,” Evan said.
“We dated for like a month. Okay? That was it. You do realize I’ve had boyfriends, right?”
“Of course,” Evan said. “I’m sorry for what happened. I just wanted us to have a night. To just sit and talk without any bullshit. That’s why I drove us back here.”
“Well, if it means anything, this was the best date I’ve ever been on.”
Evan laughed.
Being so close to him when he laughed was something special. Feeling the rumble of his laugh in his chest. The way his stomach moved.
I’m still in love with him… like I always have been.
That thought hit me hard. And scared me. It had always been a crush thing. The puppy dog love kind of thing. But now it had a different feel to it.
Evan touched my hair again. “Dena, this is perfect. Sorry about the ten second tour of the apartment.”
“As long as the other stuff didn’t last ten seconds, I don’t care,” I said.
Evan pressed himself at me. He rolled me to my back and eased over me.
“Oh, sweetheart, ten seconds for the rest of my life…”
His lips brushed against mine.
I felt him between my legs again, his thickness growing harder.
I opened my mouth and groaned. I shut my eyes and put my head back, feeling his tongue begin to explore my neck again. He entered me, stealing my breath, just like the first time. I turned my head, the pressure so intense, I had to bite at a pillow to try and find relief. But that relief came a few moments later in the form of pleasure. And when that hit me, it washed over me and never went away.
We were tangled up in each other’s arms, bodies, hearts, memories…
The harder he thrust, the louder I groaned. My hands pulling at his shoulders again, bringing my mouth to his ear, making sure he heard everything I had to say.
It was all just sounds… moans, groans, and grunts… but what I really wanted to say to him was…
I love you, Evan… please don’t break my heart again.
Somewhere between here and there I fell asleep. And when I opened my eyes, I was no longer resting on Evan’s chest. I was tucked up tight in the covers, still in Evan’s bed in his room in his apartment.
It was morning.
Early but not too early. My body had been used to getting up at four in the morning because I had to be out the door between four-thirty and four-forty-five to get to work on time. That was prime baking time to get ready for the morning rush. Of course, when I had my own business I was up at three-thirty, going through orders and financials, prepping myself for the coming day. When it was all mine, it mattered more.
Still resting on my belly, I turned my head to the other side and saw Evan. He was in the same position as the night before. The angle of his back and neck made me cringe because I figured he was going to have a stiff neck. His head was gently turned to the left, almost resting on his own shoulder. This rough and tough looking man with those steel cut features and battle scars and messy hair and scruff… he looked cute when he slept.
I never got to see Evan sleep before.
I watched him for a little bit, letting my thoughts race about the night before. Okay, fine, it wasn’t exactly a date. We got something to eat, didn’t finish one drink, and came straight back here with one thing in mind. But face it, that one thing had been lingering between us for a long time. There were actually two times long ago when I had the chance to experience my first time and didn’t because of Evan. Because somewhere inside me I always imagined Evan being my first time. I pictured it like this: it would be one of those nights he came looking for Anna. Or maybe a night where he’d drop Anna off. Right? Aunt Beth would be fast asleep, tired from working so hard. And either Anna would be missing or Evan would get her into her bed and she’d be so sound asleep she could sleep through an earthquake. Then I’d stand in my doorway and look at Evan. He’d look at me. He’d walk right to me and ask how I was doing. He’d smile. I’d be wearing my normal PJ’s but they were always enough to show stuff. You know? Not slutty or anything. Just comfy. Then Evan would look up and down the hallway. Then he’d poke his head into my room with that little smile of his that did things to my belly and my way way way lower belly. He’d make a comment about never seeing my room before. And that’s when I’d finally have the nerve to take some kind of control. I’d step back and nod for him to come into my room. He’d step into the room. I’d shut the door. I would be so nervous, sure, but it didn’t matter. Everyone was asleep. It was just me and Evan. And it was my turn to be… bad…
I smiled as the entire thing popped into my mind. I had spent so much time fantasizing about it. It was embarrassing, even now. I felt my cheeks turning red as I stared at Evan.
While that would have been the ultimate experience way back when, I was happy with what happened now. I got to experience Evan as a man. A real man. And I was confident in my body as a woman. Maybe in some ways I had a chance to grow into my curves a little better than when I was younger. They were still there and would forever be there. But the way Evan had been holding me… I don’t think he’d minded at all.
Gently, I eased my way out of the bed, trying not to wake Evan. I figured it would only be right that I would make him coffee in the morning since he had done it for me.
I was able to find my panties on the floor but skipped the rest of my clothes. No, I didn’t walk around his apartment topless, although I’m sure that would have made him happy. Instead, I saw a t-shirt on the floor and grabbed it. It was Evan’s. I smelled it. It didn’t stink so I put it on. The shirt came down to just above my knees. The sleeves down to my elbows. Swimming in a t-shirt that smelled of him.
It made me shiver. I bit my lip as I wanted to scream with happiness. But it also turned me on.
I exited the room and looked around the apartment. The whole ten second tour from last night really didn’t count. Not when I had Evan holding me, carrying me, kissing me.
It was a nice apartment. I mean, for him. He hadn’t been lying to me with what he said at the bar last night. I guess in some way I always thought he left to become something and to forget about me and everyone else. But here he was, living in a cramped apartment, working for his uncle. Strange as the setup was, his bedroom was almost as big as the rest of the apartment. The living room and dining room were squished together, only separated by the couch. There was no separation to the kitchen either, just old hardwood floors that ran wall to wall. The kitchen had one long L shaped counter with a sink, dishwasher, and a fridge stuffed in the corner.
Still, this place was paradise. Why? Because it wasn’t the house. The house that came with memories, most of them bad. The house in the town that was flooded with even more bad memories. I would trade that house for this apartment in a heartbeat.
I walked to the coffeemaker and opened the cabinet right above it. I scored big when I found the coffee.
I made some and then did a casual search through the fridge and cabinets, wanting to find something to make for breakfast. It was slim pickings in this place, just another testament that a single guy lived there. The fridge had more beer than anything else. A half empty container of orang
e juice and a carton of milk on its side. I even tried to find something basic like a box of pancake mix… or even some frozen waffles… but I came up short over and over.
The coffeemaker let out a long beep as though it were a timer for me to find breakfast.
I laughed to myself.
Then I whispered, “At least we have coffee.”
I found two coffee mugs right above where the coffee had been in the cabinet. I put them on the counter and then just stood there. Here I had thought of the romance of making Evan breakfast and coffee. Maybe even bringing it to him in bed. Maybe letting both the food and coffee get cold because we ended up too busy with something else.
I stepped forward one step when Evan appeared from the small hallway outside the bedroom.
He stopped when he saw me.
Sleep was all over his face. His hair was as messy as ever. Best part? He stood there with no shirt on. Just jeans. And the jeans weren’t buttoned either. So that gave my eyes a little tease as I looked down and saw plenty of his body but not the best part.
In his hand was the t-shirt I had ripped off his body the night before.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said in a rough, sleep laced, seductive voice.
I instantly lost all feeling in my legs.
It took me a mental count to four to breathe, balance, and respond.
“Morning. I made us coffee.”
“Ah, that’s perfect.”
“You, uh, don’t have anything to eat here, Evan.”
“Shit, sorry,” he said. “Wasn’t exactly expecting company.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So what did you expect last night?”
Evan smirked. “Let me get some coffee first, Dena.”
He walked toward me as though he was going to walk through me. I thought he would move around me but he didn’t. He stopped right in front of me. Towering over me. His body smelled of the sheets and sleep. We smelled the same and that turned me on like crazy. With the hand not holding his t-shirt, he touched my cheek, smiled, and leaned down to kiss my cheek. There was something about kissing my cheek that made my toes curl.